The Fault In My Eyes

My words,
wrapped up
and thrown like bombs.
Explodes in your face.

I cannot see my wrongs.
Too busy holding
the past against you
while professing to be
one who doesn’t carry grudges.
But I do.
I do.
I’ve forgotten the complete picture of who you are.

And you are right to retreat.
I’ve forgotten how wonderful you are.
I cannot see past my own pain and anger.
The fault is in my own eyes.